It was thanksgiving long weekend here in Canadia this past weekend. Traditionally, I like to go camping on this weekend. Whatever kind of camping I can find. If it's car-camping, so be it, but I prefer to load up my backpack and hike into the forest. I went car-camping with my bf and two friends.
Friends, dog and me.
As a side note, this is usually the weekend where the fall colours are at their peak. It's also the last weekend the remaining campgrounds are open before they close up for the winter. It was chilly. Highs of 6C or 7C (44F) during the day and lows of -5C (23F) at night. To me, those are balmy tolerable temperatures but to most that's too cold. It didn't help that it rained most of the weekend.
You've probably heard me
I had a sensor on to try and ease the frustration of BG checks in the cold, while hiking, while trail running and in the rain (and snow). During the night my CGM starts squealing that it needs a BG calibration. Here I am fumbling with my meter parts while trying not to wake the person next to me in the middle of the night, in a tiny tent while zipped up tight in my mummy sleeping bag. First strip gives me nothing. I pull out a second and still nothing. No *beep*beep*beep*beep* error warning like it would normally give me. Just... nothing. Strip goes in and I see the indicator to apply blood. I bleed all over the place and it never starts the countdown. 5 fumbling strips later and half-asleep me gives up. I spend the rest of the night silencing the "Meter BG now" alarm amidst choice adjectives while wondering what the F I'm going to do about this come the morning.
The next morning I was low and excited because at least I had a starting point to go from for what my BG was. We decided it was best to make the long stupid drive to the closest pharmacy to buy a new meter. It was a 2 hour (or so) ordeal out and back to the campsite. More guilt and burden than I can shake a stick at. The drive out I was cursing Abbott up a storm saying I was going to call them and give 'em hell when I got home.
New meter in hand I whip out to test my beeg only to discover, the same stinking problem. I was stunned and dumbfounded (read: stupid). "It's the strips? Why aren't the strips working?", I said out loud. I opened my bottle of strips to notice they were all half-hazardly stuffed in there. Some right-side up, some not. Strips always come beautifully packaged all right-side up. I looked closer, some of them had faint indications of dried blood.
Oh my f***ing gawd, they're a container of old strips. Why the hell didn't the meter beep an error like most other meters do?
The idiot's (that's ME) recount of what happened: Before going to sleep I grabbed a fresh bottle of strips. I did what I always do, I empty my meter case full of old bio-hazardous used strips into the old bottle ready to throw out. I remember tossing the old bottle of strips at the end of the tent and sticking what I thought was the new bottle into my meter case which I then cuddled like a teddy bear to keep warm all night long.
Inside my dirty meter case. Loose used bio-hazardous strips
I'm an idiot. I wasted hours of restless beep-filled sleep. I wasted hours and fuel driving. I wasted money on a brand new meter. I felt ashamed. There will be no calling up Abbott in fact maybe someone needs to call me and give me hell instead.
I have another meter now. Perhaps I should start carrying a back-up. That's highly unlikely though and I don't even know why I would even "suggest" such a preposterous idea when I know I'd never do it.
Oh and another notch in the stupid belt.